Ah, not to be cut off,not through the slightest partitionshut out from the law of the stars.The inner -- what is it?if not the intensified sky,hurled through with birds and deepwith the winds of homecoming.

Ah, not to be cut off,not through the slightest partitionshut out from the law of the stars.

When I sit at my computer in the morning and decide which poem to select for the day, I often feel like a musician, trying to find just the right tone and rhythm. It's a Monday, the beginning of the work week for most people on this list, not the right time for a long poem or a long-winded commentary. Also many people really responded to Friday's selection, and I don't want mentally to crowd it out with today's selection. So I thought we should go with something short, without a lot of my own commentary. Something that gently shifts perception and soothes the heart, but without hooking into the analytical mind.

That's the tone I like to renew my connection with the world each week.